Being gone for so long
from home.

The unbearable weight,
holding your memory.

you come at me
a locomotive wind
rippling green.

Consistent waves of dream
knocking over sand castles
like my helpless silence
falling under force,

my child remembering

what it was like to run
your wilderness, paved only in light
the brightness blinding,

  the quest for every level of
skyward shades,
intermingling with continental
tears in my eyes,

knowing what I left
your perfect love
my home,

the scars of sizzling Sea
a land mass formed
by Mountain Fire.

You rushing down
your invisible wings
slashing through my
wild branches,
carving a mighty rush.

I still cannot explain.

The song of sweetness and your laughter echoing down to me,
helping me to cope
with such cruel distance.